Miles
We walk many in our lives.
Some stop and finally realize., theres no end.
So they stop and pretend.
Miles in vain, where my pain
I think Im still driving in the wrong lane.
I need to exit. Soon.
I have walked for miles and miles trying to get to you. When I finally get there all you have to say to me is that you met someone else? That’s such crap.
Miles
We walk many in our lives.
Some stop and finally realize., theres no end.
So they stop and pretend.
Miles in vain, where my pain
I think Im still driving in the worng lane.
I need to exit. Soon.
miles are how far you run or how far you’ve come since a tragedy of pain or loss. Miles can also be a name (very unfortunate1) or an expression symbolizing a sexual escapade on an airplane!
cars drive for miles. you see mile markers on the side of the highway. you drive and drive and drive and things pass you by fast. trees and other cars and road. sometimes you don’t see anything for miles. miles is also part of the word smiles. smiles are good. they make you happy especially when you are having a bad day.
How many miles is it from here to the sea? So how come we never get to go there? If it’s too far, I can hitch a ride, and if it’s close by, I’ll just take off my shoes and walk.
he came so many miles and for what purpose? self-righteousness? actually compassion? the mystery eludes me. i just wish i could sleep instead of running these miles over and over in my head.
Virginia. Indiana. Miles in difference, yet we still manage. I’ve personally known you for a week, but what we shared will last years upon years and Miles upon Miles…
Miles never liked tapioca pudding. His grandpa shoveled spoonfuls of it into his mouth at 90. A sixer a day, just clumsily shoveling; rice bits speckled across his wrinkled left cheek.
miles and miles, millions of miles. long trips, short trips. trips by foot, by car, by plane, by drugs. travel of all kinds. bringing me to many places, down many roads, shared with wonderful people and not so wonderful. but where have i really been? what have i really accomplished? is this really what life is all about? traveling and traveling; trying to find somewhere i belong, but always moving always on the run. is it the journey or the destination that really matters?
The further I drove the harder it was to leave behind my family, friends and the one I was putting distance between me and what was never going to be. Each mile was an impossible achievement. All I really wanted to do was get off at the next exit and turn my car around but I didn’t. I passed each exit and opportunity, hands gripping the wheel, tears running down my face. It would be 26 yrs before I would see him again.
miles to go before I sleep. words to a song he hasn’t heard since he was a teenager, wild, untamed, wondering the country. how true it was. how did he do it? how could he find a piece of sky his roof and love it?
i drove a thousand miles looking for the love of my life. it took me down new roads and corridors that seemed unlikely at the time. i fell in love with my travels and longed no more for the one i loved but for what i loved.
i wanna travel miles of distance and i want to be alone, i wanna travel in peace, there are many roads with miles and miles of distances, miles can also keep many people apart from there
off to the great northwest…miles and miles from home..back packing,the wedding,sight seeing,climbing moutains,crater lake,mt.rainer,portland seattle:the pacific ocean
I was miles away. He waved a hand in front of my face, snapping his fingers. Blinking, I noticed his smile and felt the world melt away. That smile was beautiful in my daydreams, but it was more beautiful in life.
I have friends who can run for miles. I can’t run at all. I used to be able to walk a few miles now I can manage a couple of blocks. I wish my dad didn’t live over a thousand miles away from me.
I had miles to go. The heat seemed unending and my pain was just as intense. The monster within my chest was a violent thing that day, its intentions a mystery.
miles. thousands upon thousands. i hate them. they’re what separate people. keeping loved ones from each others’ embraces. lovers curse them. and so do i.
miles. well, my neighbor next door is named myles, spelt with a y not an i. he is literally one of the most adorable things i’ve ever seen in my life. he is so mature for his age yet can act like a little kid as well. i love hanging out with him. his sister is mybest friend so i’ll hang out with him when i’m over there.
I ran to the right. I couldn’t believe they expected us to run at least three miles right now, more if we “wanted their respect”. Surely I, as a girl comfortable in dancing complex ballet variations, could handle that, but it just seemed so ridiculous that they’d have their dancers sprinting around a track rather than at a barre.
This was the word a couple days ago. And the same thing popped into my head. Robert Frost, bitches.
How many driven for you?
How many more will I have to drive?
the tires on my car
are about as worn out as my heart
Miles
We walk many in our lives.
Some stop and finally realize., theres no end.
So they stop and pretend.
Miles in vain, where my pain
I think Im still driving in the wrong lane.
I need to exit. Soon.
I have walked for miles and miles trying to get to you. When I finally get there all you have to say to me is that you met someone else? That’s such crap.
Miles
We walk many in our lives.
Some stop and finally realize., theres no end.
So they stop and pretend.
Miles in vain, where my pain
I think Im still driving in the worng lane.
I need to exit. Soon.
Why would I write about that. Everyone has miles. Miles on the road, miles to nowhere.
miles are how far you run or how far you’ve come since a tragedy of pain or loss. Miles can also be a name (very unfortunate1) or an expression symbolizing a sexual escapade on an airplane!
miles. measure of length. used for speed. miles per hours. they use kilometres in australia. i do not know how long a mile is.
people often say id walk a thusand miles for you well honastly i wouldent want anyone to do that for me and i wouldent do it for anyone.
miles to go before I sleep… Robert Frost
cars drive for miles. you see mile markers on the side of the highway. you drive and drive and drive and things pass you by fast. trees and other cars and road. sometimes you don’t see anything for miles. miles is also part of the word smiles. smiles are good. they make you happy especially when you are having a bad day.
and miles of tundra passing beneath wings. Rivers like spaghetti carving channels in the landscape. I’m on the move and on the run again.
miles of smiles, a long way to go, my daughter in New Zealand, running away at sixteen to Ontario
How many miles is it from here to the sea? So how come we never get to go there? If it’s too far, I can hitch a ride, and if it’s close by, I’ll just take off my shoes and walk.
he came so many miles and for what purpose? self-righteousness? actually compassion? the mystery eludes me. i just wish i could sleep instead of running these miles over and over in my head.
Virginia. Indiana. Miles in difference, yet we still manage. I’ve personally known you for a week, but what we shared will last years upon years and Miles upon Miles…
i dont like to run miles but miles davis is pretty cool to listen too. is you change the letters around it would spell smile.
Miles never liked tapioca pudding. His grandpa shoveled spoonfuls of it into his mouth at 90. A sixer a day, just clumsily shoveling; rice bits speckled across his wrinkled left cheek.
miles and miles, millions of miles. long trips, short trips. trips by foot, by car, by plane, by drugs. travel of all kinds. bringing me to many places, down many roads, shared with wonderful people and not so wonderful. but where have i really been? what have i really accomplished? is this really what life is all about? traveling and traveling; trying to find somewhere i belong, but always moving always on the run. is it the journey or the destination that really matters?
The further I drove the harder it was to leave behind my family, friends and the one I was putting distance between me and what was never going to be. Each mile was an impossible achievement. All I really wanted to do was get off at the next exit and turn my car around but I didn’t. I passed each exit and opportunity, hands gripping the wheel, tears running down my face. It would be 26 yrs before I would see him again.
Miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost.
New England.
Snow.
Cold.
Might as well stay right here and freeze to death.
(Word association)
and the music played on, miles and miles more; each note a weary traveller eager to return home
i have so many more miles to go, so much more to achieve, so much more to see.
when you walk away, i count the steps that you take.
distance, distance.
miles to go before I sleep. words to a song he hasn’t heard since he was a teenager, wild, untamed, wondering the country. how true it was. how did he do it? how could he find a piece of sky his roof and love it?
miles away
miles apart
across the miles
miles better
i drove a thousand miles looking for the love of my life. it took me down new roads and corridors that seemed unlikely at the time. i fell in love with my travels and longed no more for the one i loved but for what i loved.
distance
longing
relationship
travel
far
wishes
dreams
bicykle
i wanna travel miles of distance and i want to be alone, i wanna travel in peace, there are many roads with miles and miles of distances, miles can also keep many people apart from there
thousand
far away
flight
I miss you
off to the great northwest…miles and miles from home..back packing,the wedding,sight seeing,climbing moutains,crater lake,mt.rainer,portland seattle:the pacific ocean
I was miles away. He waved a hand in front of my face, snapping his fingers. Blinking, I noticed his smile and felt the world melt away. That smile was beautiful in my daydreams, but it was more beautiful in life.
I have friends who can run for miles. I can’t run at all. I used to be able to walk a few miles now I can manage a couple of blocks. I wish my dad didn’t live over a thousand miles away from me.
If only there weren’t so many miles left to go… I can’t get the smell of blood from my hands – thinking back, I wretch.
I had miles to go. The heat seemed unending and my pain was just as intense. The monster within my chest was a violent thing that day, its intentions a mystery.
A town in South-western Queensland.
The christian name of one of jazzs’ greatest afficianados.
miles. thousands upon thousands. i hate them. they’re what separate people. keeping loved ones from each others’ embraces. lovers curse them. and so do i.
i can go for miles if you know what i mean…
&MILES DAVIS
miles. well, my neighbor next door is named myles, spelt with a y not an i. he is literally one of the most adorable things i’ve ever seen in my life. he is so mature for his age yet can act like a little kid as well. i love hanging out with him. his sister is mybest friend so i’ll hang out with him when i’m over there.
I ran to the right. I couldn’t believe they expected us to run at least three miles right now, more if we “wanted their respect”. Surely I, as a girl comfortable in dancing complex ballet variations, could handle that, but it just seemed so ridiculous that they’d have their dancers sprinting around a track rather than at a barre.
If life were measured in miles, what would be the distance? Could I see the starting point always as well as the end?